No idols—only heroes here!

Lo, the idol!
Look at the form,
Golden exterior,
But hollow within.

Lo, the hero!
God's own image.
Glowing exterior,
And pure radiance within.

We make our idols,
Create their form. But—
We cannot fill them.
They are empty born.

God makes our heroes,
He creates their glow.
He fills them with loveliness,
And their beauty we know.
It shines forever as one endless flow,
Without mortal form.

Vivienne S. Mason

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